Anita Lane

The World's a Girl, single de 1995.

Anita Lane publicó dos álbumes  : Dirty Pearl en 1993 y Sex O'Clock en 2001.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anita_Lane

Parece ser que ha fallecido


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We are sorry to hear of the death of Anita Lane one of the creative powerhouses who emerged from the vibrant Melbourne post-punk scene. Her maverick spirit and artistic and literal brilliance saw her become involved in the explosive brilliance of the early Birthday Party co-writing songs like A Dead Song, Dead Joe and Kiss Me Black with her then-partner Nick Cave and there were more future collaborations with the Bad Seeds. Her key part in that scene saw her work with various members of the loose collective of Australian mavericks and their new brightly shining friends in Berlin and London as well as her own lost gems of solo albums that underlined her own shooting star creative brilliance.


https://louderthanwar.com/anita-lane-rip-birthday-party-bad-seeds-solo/

Eloy escribió:Parece ser que ha fallecido


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Oh!

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Mira que disfruté de "Sex O' Clock"...

En fin...otra Bad Seed que se va...

Una pena, qué voz tan maravillosa y sugerente

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https://www.instagram.com/p/CONmQzEtwRv

R.I.P.

Descanse en paz.

https://twitter.com/nickcave/status/1387486443048681479?s=20

https://twitter.com/kidcongopowers/status/1387431504452612097?s=20

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Blixa Bargeld & Anita Lane, 1992

Una canción muerta

Picture of Mary

Anita Lane & Nick Cave

Perdido en la música

Einsturzende Neubauten feat. Anita Lane - "Blume"

Nick Cave and Anita Lane - "Bedazzled"

káiser escribió:Anita Lane & Nick Cave

Está en algún libro que merezca la pena en su conjunto, káiser?

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káiser escribió:Anita Lane & Nick Cave

Está en algún libro que merezca la pena en su conjunto, káiser?

No lo sé.

She rises in advance of her panties
I can confirm that God actually exists
She turns and smiles but never ever scantily
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she is!

Well, the horses, they have kicked down the stable
And the rabbits have put carrots in their ears
And her coloured crayons dance upon the table
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she feels!

The country doctor whistles across the meadow
And the schoolboy, he hops up and says: Gee whiz!
The dogs, they are all barking at their shadows
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she is!

O wow! O wow! Well, nothing could compare
Her friends, now dead, their spectral chins all nod
And they braid a band of violets through her hair
O wow! O wow! How wonderful she was!
How wonderful she is!

[Anita Lane]
Do you remember we used to really, really have fun?
'Cause we'd be just by ourselves, mucking around, really relaxed, not under pressure
I guess that's how we'd make up songs!
I, I remember we were in bed, and then we imagined somebody upstairs
I don't even know if we heard footsteps, or imagined footsteps and then imagined the story
That was in that little place opposite Brixton Prison
I didn't even realise that everyone wasn't like that
We tried to write a contract of love
But we only got as far as doing the border
There was never any words in it
Which I thought said a lot more than anything else